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My name is Linn Wiberg, a kickass crybaby living in London. I tend to write myself out of trouble, or more correctly I write about my getting into trouble. Here you’ll find stories of dirty gigs, hidden London gems, monochrome clothing, & interviews with badass women.

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This lifestyle blog started in 2011 as an outlet for stories of mischief in my teens. Now it has grown into a source for inspiration and motivation for young women to lead a creative and kickass lifestyle and not listen to the norms around them.

I live in Hackney, one of the most multicultural and vibrant but also poorest councils in the UK. It is an area that takes pride in the fact that there are people with all kinds of professions, backgrounds, religions and ethnicities living side by side. Naturally, Britain voting to leave the EU came as a shock.

In reaction to Brexit with the rise of hate crime and racism following as a result, the community gathered to fight this. So on Saturday we headed down to Well Street Against Racism– a market, street party and protest to show that #LondonIsOpen.

The night was summery and humid and we danced, watched a Columbian teen perform and ate divine burgers. For the first time in forever I felt that, well, perhaps there is hope for humanity after all. For those of you who feel hopeless about the state of the world – organise! Join a demonstration! Everything feels better amongst others who also scream for more humanity and solidarity, especially when there are speakers blasting Drake and soap bubbles involved. If you have any recommendations of groups, demonstrations or organisations etc to join, please comment below!

Last night it was Jared’s birthday and a bunch of us defeated the rain/hail/snow and met up at NTs in Netil House for some drinks to the sound of the 6 God. Jimmy and I shared a cigarette on the balcony even though I stopped smoking forever ago. The thunderstorm shot lightnings across the sky and we stood barely sheltered alongside the brick wall, giggling from the two beers and stories from another night. It felt like Saturday, but it wasn’t, because I work every Friday and Saturday night and can never attend nights out any longer. It’s almost May and snow falls over Hackney. 2016 is the such a weird year, don’t you think?